14 lines
Iambic Pentameter (You must have at least 9 in iambic)
Rhyme Scheme: abab cdcd efef gg
Topic: Love (Positive, Negative, or a creative twist)
Example:
The thought of love is prone to make me ill.
A rose will wilt when grown by like of me.
My doors are closed to keep the heart that still
remains so someday love again will be.
Inside there flutters bits of tiny hope
that someday greater love will come to knock
and sweep away my fears that tied this rope.
He'll cut me down and save my life, that rock.
But wait, my rock did crumble left behind
in pain. For I had fled when things got rough.
And not I wonder; How was I so blind?
To think our love unreal, so not enough.
It's clear to me what I must do: Awake!
Return! For love like ours is hard to break.
Iambic Pentameter (You must have at least 9 in iambic)
Rhyme Scheme: abab cdcd efef gg
Topic: Love (Positive, Negative, or a creative twist)
Example:
The thought of love is prone to make me ill.
A rose will wilt when grown by like of me.
My doors are closed to keep the heart that still
remains so someday love again will be.
Inside there flutters bits of tiny hope
that someday greater love will come to knock
and sweep away my fears that tied this rope.
He'll cut me down and save my life, that rock.
But wait, my rock did crumble left behind
in pain. For I had fled when things got rough.
And not I wonder; How was I so blind?
To think our love unreal, so not enough.
It's clear to me what I must do: Awake!
Return! For love like ours is hard to break.